Friday, July 29, 2011

Are you seriously speaking French? (One day at Mitro Vica)

One day in the town of Mitro Vica, while I was browsing a gift shop, a kid named Angela approached & hugged me to ask me If I was seriously speaking in French?

I was of course not speaking in tongues that day, neither in Tagalog (my native tongue) but in fact, speaking in English. How it sounded french to her, I have no clue. Which got me thinking...

Having worked on ships and been exposed to more than 90 nationalities for the last 3 years, I would say that I have learned to speak English, the ship way. A ship accent is the kind adjustable to everybody's hearing. That way, every single person can understand me easily whether my guests come from Asia, US or Europe. Well, i have days when I hope that I'm a better learner than kids. I also have my share of frustrations. Like it took me 3 contracts to speak a little bit of Spanish when in our job it is necessary to be multilingual. But after a while, it got easy. I learned bits of Italian and French (the most romantic and fascinating languages in my opinion) along the way. And realized that their words are actually very similar to Spanish.

But the language I want to desperately learn not just because I have to but also because it is very interesting is Serbian.

The Serbian Alphabet is called a Cyrillic Alphabet; Before the break-up of Yugoslavia, the common language then was called SerboCroatian.
Looks hard, eh?

I am still not satisfied w/ my knowledge level of Serbian. I speak very very rusty Serbian. Most of the time I find it incomprehensible. I don't have a natural affinity with languages for one. People over here in Uzice are learning English faster because of my presence more than me learning Serbian. Funny also that sometimes, I catch myself losing words because of too much "phrasing" and "translating"-- that even my English does not sound right anymore! But I have to trust my learning capabilities; and to avoid believing in the rumor that says that a certain age of maybe 12, you can't learn a new language.

It's also very interesting to note that in most parts of Europe nobody speaks English, that even if they know it, they would prefer using their own language. As Ivan would say it, history starts from language. Europe respect its languages thus the deep preserved history. Serbia for example was under the Turkish empire for 500 years but it did not influence the language.  China is another good example..  never influenced by the Western culture. I wish the same for my country. That our language, Tagalog, is much better-preserved and used.

In few occasions when Serbs ask me to speak Tagalog out of curiosity, I always proudly deliver "Mabuhay", "Kamusta Ka?", and "Mahal Kita! Then they smile, like I swept them off their feet! I'm a proud Filipino!

















Sunday, July 24, 2011

Village of Severovo: The countryside experience

One of my recurring daydreams after high school is being in a countryside in a glorious spring weather, with views of landscapes so lovely like a fantasy and me speaking in a foreign language with the man I love. GOD is really in control of everything in our life. Daydreams do come true!

Here, Ivan showing me around his grandparents' land

This day was dedicated to meet the Grandparents


The sweetest one is Ruzica, which means “little Rose” in English. Perhaps it is Rosita in our language. 

She is 81. And when asked how she was, she said “Not good, but now that you’re here, I am excellent”.  She kept saying how she took care of Ivan’s parents, Ivan & his sister, and how she would take care of our future children. Aaawww! I sat across her in the dining table, and many times I caught her blowing me sweet kisses! Moments like that money just can't buy!

all the things that riddle my excitement from turkish coffee to fresh flowers to posing against the radiant landscapes
some sheep sightings!
a few carefree moments while playing in the stack of hay! PRICELESS!

Sunset: Nature's Infinite Mystery
But this trip, aside from what i had expected ended up to be something else entirely.

In this age of new media, when people do things too fast, people tend to forget to pause. To slow down. To appreciate the old-fashioned. Being here where I am, gives me that big time opportunity! Just by watching countryside dwellers live their quiet simple life I am also reminded about self-reliance. That's a good thing about living far away from your comfort zone, when you want something, you always gotta do it on your own. And in a country like Serbia where economy is not at its best, everybody simply relies on their countryside expertise & experience to survive. Of course, there are always two sides to the coin. There are back draws on both living in a city or suburb. But one thing noticeable is that the common genuinity in the countryside people. Nobody feels stressed to compete or prove something. Everybody has that precious smile and social life is all about energy, communicating, talking for hours, drinking, and watching the sunset. Yes they do have internet-- but that's not the reason to revitalize themselves! 

They gained my respect because of that. 


As the night was closing in, I watched the team work silently with the hays for the sheeps to have something to eat for the coming winter, I gushed “How lucky these sheeps to have all of you prepare all these for them”.  And immediately Ivan said “How lucky we would be to have them for our meals”.  They are meant for the dark months. Haha, oo nga naman! May point siya do’n! :p



A drink of rakija, a popular beverage throughout the Balkans, of course, completes the day!!
AND while this life is not to everyone's taste, I still would say that a trip to the countryside can balance human sanity. 

Follow my PROGRESS as I adjust in this life!


Monday, July 18, 2011

Writing from my new home


Valerie, a good friend from ships asked me recently why I didn't think of starting a blog about my new life and adventures in Serbia when I have all these photographs and interesting stories about adjusting to a foreign culture. We are both Filipinos, both Photographers, and both involved with Serbs (AHA, kaya pala!) So I gave it a thought, overnight, and realized that maybe by doing this, I can help myself combat all these changes in my life. This should also be a way for us to introduce our humble town, Uzice, to the world.

The town of Uzice

It's been a month since I got here, 32 days to be exact. 1 month away from ships. 7 months away from home.

After Singapore where I had lived for about 6 months, and after living on board 4 huge vessels for  23 months, I am fortunate to have found another home...

3 years since my last active blog-- on Multiply. Almost 40 countries I have seen in between, but really, I believe I am the same girl.

EXCEPT THAT, as IVAN WOULD ALWAYS SAY... IN UZICE, YOU ARE NO LONGER A CITY GIRL!

So, where is Uzice? In SERBIA?
>> YES, not SYRIA nor SIBERIA, but SERBIA!!

Summer around Town

A little backgrounder: Serbia is located at the crossroads of Central & Southeast Europe. When he was in Manila, his way of introducing his country to my family and friends was that it is between Hungary & Italy... And then everybody gets it! Haha!!

And Uzice is located in Western Serbia with a total population of only 103,000. Just around 1/5 of the population of Las Pinas City (my hometown in the Philippines), which is close to 500,000. Think BAGUIO. That's what Uzice is for me, with less traffic, much better views. Less people. And with smaller establishments.  Ivan says and I agree with him that Uzice is a cross between countries in Europe & Turkey. It may not be Bohemian, and all posh, but it is very laid-back. Definitely NOT a warzone okay?! (as other people still think it is), but truly an escape to nature. I'm so lucky!!!

Joining a Biking Tour, a favorite activity of Serbians of all ages-- that's me in RED, all the way to the RIGHT!

They say that many expats come to a new country and never get settled-- sad really! I love traveling, it was my BIGGEST dream. It was also my secret dream to live in Europe. And I consider myself very lucky in these aspects. But in as much as I want to be moving around,  I don't want to live like a tourist. Cause if you choose to live like a tourist, they say that you will always be a tourist. For me, "this" is NOT temporary! Well, it's too early to say.. but let's see. I AM in an ongoing journey.. While I am here, consider this a travel guide..  while both Ivan & I find a place to start.

Welcome to my new home! Or, in Srbski, Dobrodosli na moj novi dom!